Dumbstruck by the transvestite with the electric blue hair.
Hanging shoulder length.
His hair looked sheer, shiny and just fantastic.
He wore flip-flops and blue tights.
Never ever wore a coat.
Not being judgemental of course,  I never am that's for sure.
Close enough to notice the evening shadow, as it crept over his man shaped face.
I passed him by.
His feet are big enough to belong to a giant, an ogre maybe, one that didn't bite.
His footwear looked rather curious in his flip-flops as he waddled along through the pouring rain, down the street and back again.
Almost a penguin, was he, awkward and ungainly.
Accepting of the fact that he would never fly.
But very confident, much more confident than me.
I admired his frank openness,  of maybe what he sought to be.
(C) Livvi